Ball & Chain — Martha Wainwright

Got your hand up all in my shirt And you know that it hurts Ball & chain My ball & chain

Crossing the street you look so fine Making up everything that's in my mind Ball & chain Ball & chain

You are the same with your balls & your chains

Bend me over the back of the carseat Take me down to Easy Street Ball & chain Ball & chain

You are the same with your balls & your chains Oh yeah Oh yeah

Why does this always happen? Why does this always happen? Why? Why? Yeah

Yeah, her tits were higher than mine With a waist that is sugar-fine I heard she could read & write too And she's getting a degree in Fucking U

Sexual Psychology It's easier than philosophy It's easier than chemistry Where's my chemisty?

Why does this always happen? Oh why does this always happen? Why? Why? Why?